A market-seller's rhyme about a woman who makes her living selling codlins, hot baked apples, on the street. The refrain of 'hot, hot, hot!' begs to be said with rising enthusiasm.
From Mother Goose / Nursery Rhymes (traditional). See the whole collection.
There was a little woman, as I've been told,
Who was not very young, nor yet very old;
Now this little woman her living got
By selling codlins, hot, hot, hot!
Public domain. Text from The Real Mother Goose (Blanche Fisher Wright, 1916), via Project Gutenberg. View the source edition